Heartbreaker ~ Larry Stylinson {English}

84. It is what it is.

~ Pov Louis ~ 

It's snowing when I open my window a week later to pop into Jason's house, literally. Jason laughs when I fall on his floor. "Louis, you know I have a door you can use, right?" I get up and shrug. 

"I know, but I like it better this way." He rolls his eyes and sits on his bed. 

"You're going to die like this." I sit next to him. 

"Those are worries for later." He grins and looks at me. 

"How are you doing now? It seems ages ago as if we had a decent talk." I nod. 

"I'm good, which feels very strange to say." 

"What about Harry? Are you officially together now?" I shake my head with a small smile. 

"No, but it's going well." 

"Especially after that one night in Paris..." I look at him with wide eyes. 

"How do you know that?" 

"Mel told me."

I look at him incredulously. "I should have known she wouldn't be able to shut up." 

"But it's good she told me otherwise I would've never known. Why didn't you let me know?" I shrug and fix my gaze on the ground. 

"I don't know. I thought you might not want to hear it because it would be a bit strange." 

"Why would that be strange? We're best friends, you can tell me anything and you know it." 

"We are best friends with a past..." I look at him and see how he bites his lower lip. 

"Louis..." I shake my head. 

"Sorry, I shouldn't have brought it up."

"No, no. I just want to say that-" He sighs and looks at me with a smile. His green eyes stare into mine. "Louis, you will always have a special place in my heart." 

"You too in mine." He smiles. 

"But what happened, happened. I'm happy, you're happy. You like Harry and I like Mel. Everything is fine between us, Louis. We're good, so don't worry about that. It is what it is." I smile. 

"You're right." He raises his eyebrows. 

"Of course I'm right, but tell me now, how was it? I want to hear every detail!" 

"Every detail?" 

"Okay, maybe not everything."

I laugh and shake my head as I try to remember that particular evening. "I was kind of lost." 

"Kind of?" 

"I was completely lost to be fair. But Harry found me, so we walked back to the hotel together and at one point he kissed me," I smile at the memory, "and I kissed him back. I let it in. And after a year he told me how he felt. He told me he loved me." 

"Did you say it back?" I frown when I think about it. 

"No. I think part of me was afraid it wasn't real, that maybe it was a joke or a stupid bet. And that part is still there, even though I really want it to go away, it stays with me and I can't get rid of it."

 "Have you talked to Harry about that yet?" I shake my head. 

"No, because I don't know how to tell him that I love him but can't trust him because I haven't forgiven him for what he's done..."

Jason puts his hand on top of mine. "I know it's scary and it's like starting all over again with him, but that's not a bad thing. It's a chance to make it right, to start over. And Harry has changed, I think he will be open to talk to you." 

"You think?" 

"Louis, the way he looks at you? He would do anything for you." I smile and shake it off of me. 

"But how are you and Mel, tell me about that."

Jason falls back onto his bed and smiles blissfully. "It goes well." I grin.

"Tell me, what happened?" I lay down next to him on my stomach and look at him. 

"Harry and you are not the only ones who have gone a step further..." I open my mouth in surprise and take a pillow from his bed with which I hit him in the face. 

"And you're just now telling me this?" He looks at me indignantly, slightly into his eyes. 

"Hey! You were the one who didn't tell me!" He immediately takes a pillow from his side and hits me back. 

"Okay, fair enough," I laugh, "when did it happen?" 

"When you came back from your school trip to Paris..." 

"No! Why didn't I see this?" I shake my head with a smile. 

"So you guys are doing good?" He nods. 

"Yes. And my parents love her, and vice versa." 

"Have you met her parents yet?" 

"Yes. Very nice people. Mel was a bit afraid that I would find her poor, because they don't live that big or like she said 'that her parents are just ordinary people'. But that didn't matter at all, so she feels a lot more comfortable."

"Aren't we all just ordinary people?" 

"I don't know. Are we?" I grin and look at Jason with a smile. "I'm glad you're happy." 

"And I'm glad you're getting happier."

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A little #Jalou moment, or are we calling it #Louson? (I have no idea)